CONCRETE JUNGLE
by Jerome
Heath
profjerryheath@hyahoo.com
Tall hard youths in darkened alleys.
Slum-raised hoods on dark street corners
Scoff the law and old forwarners.
Giving the cry of a rebel nation,
Sounding the cry of their new creation,
Sounding the cry of their new fixation,
Pounding the cry in an old saloon,
Pounding the cry in a dark bar room.
With a boom-de, boom-de, boom-de boom,
And a boom-de, boom-de, boom-de Boom!!
Beat out the revelry.
Run like a refugee.
Run up the alley.
Run down the byway.
Run run, run,
Faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, STOP!!!
A night of revelry come and gone
Boys in hiding await the dawn.
Cold hard jungle of granite and stone
Bone hard boys stand alone.
Soon lies the city in the rising sun.
Guilded buildings and traffic dun.
Tired old women walk the street.
Cartoon carnivals and white concrete.
Leering boys on littered corners
Scoff the law and old forwarners.
by Jerome
Heath
profjerryheath@hyahoo.com